Liberated Poems | Examples

Continental Drift, An Old Song

Unsuppression
Exact wild convoluted digressions
Dispatched rap to re ramp tan
Hide all important novelties
As I confuse the vile
Stagnations the ball sawed dust till
Legends found tall
Ballerina indignant 
The definition that wouldn't kiss 
She wanted rules in verbs
Out of poison
Longing for idiom
We played out a sunlight 
So I could pass on to heaven
What he might
A long a line in times
Well righting zincs
Wipe after wipe
I built a heart she never lept

Four cloves to the heart did grow 
And removed her shucks from my lies

Brexit

Jivanmukta - liberated while alive

We’re seeded as one, polarised as two,
hatched from the cosmic egg, then truly born,
feeling in heart, each and every bliss hue,
that thus in timeless time ego is shorn,
whence light of Self is the glow we adorn.
Having been, seen and so known who we are,
eternal light, shining like the North Star,
what’s imbibed must be assimilated,
else we’ll continue playing below par,
feeling as yet from God separated.

Unbroken awareness of light of Self,
seeing God in all objects manifest,
no residual desires on our shelf,
in midst of movement, poised always at rest,
vagaries of fate laughed off in light jest,
the liberated soul always feels whole,
as a non-doer in his ordained role,
radiating love and light at all times,
holding firm focus thus, his only goal,
heart’s rapture rising betwixt bliss beat’s chimes.

Auschwitz liberated

A google article gives 'allied troops' credit for liberation
Of the death camp.' It was Russian forces that did it really.'
Working in step with free countries.' When did they become enemies of the west.? Certainly under stalins rule
They were a threat..Yet in the late 1980s they proposed  the
Glasnost agenda.' And handed East Berlin to n a t o.) With
The agreement n a t o would not move one inch further east.' Now they are the enemy again.? Although they are;
A free market country with a Christian ethos.' It all looks
Rather suspect to me.' Against such observations drawn from
History.'

Memories of a Slave

(Girl playing, Tibet, 2009)

Memories of a Slave

The world, at least my world, is nothing if not predictable.
There are moments however when the Sun breaks through
and a real unexpected, enlightening, light shines.
Usually this is in dreams when I begin to float or fly,
but sometimes it’s just as simple as laughing 
at the absurd twist of something someone says.
The effect though is joy, a moment of euphoria
when something is released, someone liberated.
I wonder about this 
what its evolutionary purpose is 
(rewarding innovation and novelty perhaps?),
but it strikes me as true
kindling a memory
that runs deeper than my own life, 
or place in evolution,
that this is just the joy of someone,
who has been a slave from beginningless time,
when they get a momentary glimpse 
beyond the ties that bind.

(12/13/23)

What Fascinates Me

This music that is playing on this bus
Is robust, cheerful and energetic.
African beat if there ever was,
To give the journey a touch of magic.

It brings pep into my African foot,...
Like I could stand and start moving
And start people wondering what's afoot
That an adult man could do such a thing!

Yet a work colleague of mine
Did exactly that the other day.
He was clearly feeling fine,
In the passage dancing away!

Such is the character of our job.
Very deep its lows can be.
It has actually caused people to sob
And can make one feel really shabby!

Therefore, when a good moment comes
The likes of us can feel elated,...
Can take the floor without any qualms
When by music he is liberated!

Slaughtered Memory

In wake of a new born day,
under the peace of a floating clouds,
the ghost of slaughtered mem'ry rose
from the cracks of her sleepless grave,
to fill the heart she once tore.



The sleeper in the tomb awoke
to quench the flames of her broken home
and to heal the heart bleeding tears,
pleading her poor tortured home
with a flood of tattered tears
gushing from her burdened eyes.



Gold-digger of a golden heart.
Heaven wiped the weep
of a broken heart
and mended the pieces 
of your broken home.


Thus, your tears no longer count,
your prey is no longer frail.
He had gone to kiss the lips of freedom,
liberated from shattered shade of hope.

The Liberated Woman

Generally dreads the kitchen:
The incalculable losses it occasions one’s image.
Often with fried, oily chicken:
A company that doesn’t anything damage!
For all early morning jogs promptly ready!
Its healthy rejuvenation of a woman’s waist!
Has resolved not to be domiciled in a periphery,
Wherever seems to suggest a satellite
Eating rice with much stew against  Beriberi:
A tradition  of treading roads of laterite.

Unparalleled roles of reforms she can play
But sometimes the very driver of a fratricidal truck:
The ultimate prices of natural sacrifices she can pay,
Yet, the chief character behind some municipal ill-luck…
Not infrequently, recipient of cheers of a mammoth crowd,
As much the earner of the first bed in a bedlam.
From time to time a powerful voice on human affairs very loud
Not inconceivably between two hearty friends building a dam:
In some cases, emerging the people’s torchlight and battery,
still in others, the mastermind of a scheduled adultery.

Are Women Really Liberated

Really? Where?
I still see them as fearful as fifty years ago.
To state any concerns about especially politics, and so.
Those fifty years ago when we wore little white gloves.
And batted our eyelashes like turtedoves.
And dared not utter a political thought....
For from my our husbands, our security was bought.

We have freedom now to slaughter our unborn at clinics.
We can wear pants and jeans and dress like men~
Pretending there is something chic in it?
Who are we just Betsy Ross?
Just to sew flags, keep our mouths shut and sit on garden moss!

What woman here will openly oppose abortion? (One, me)
That or you'd have to pay her much or face poetic extortion.
All the lantrenes and lovely shape poems we create.
Have ever, any, warned us that loss of our liberty is at stake?

So, given! A strong stance might douse your popularity.
And tarnish your chances forever to the owneer of a trophy be!
But a country under censorship is no way to live.
For our progeny's future, why the fear of a political missive?



                             2/24/2021
                               ~2~

Liberated Sanity

I found friends tunneling
huddled cloistered from the light
grief embraced the darkness
swaddled by veiled night

in a cave sequestered
bitter air smothers life
breath stifled chokes
struggle surrenders a life

deep dark and constricted
in a dank sandstone room
fanciful fabrications
begot a grotto tomb

tapping me on the shoulder
shadows dance teasing my eyes
a voice spoke commanding
Lazarus arise

probing rays in the shaft
pierced the blackest hollow
lighting a trail back
baited me to follow

I held the key that sprung the lock
broke the chains turned back the clock
a Phoenix rose melting cavern sand
on which I also rose to stand

Liberated

Pre-dawn morn
snow blankets the ground
under its cover
fast asleep...
Well, hello, Mr. Sun
and welcome!
Smile, sparkle and shine
on spotless white lawns...
Aha! The first tear in the fabric
a clump of grass pops up
each green blade like a baby robin
yearning for Mother Bird's return
Only these are happy babies
reaching for sunlight...
Now another clump of grass appears
and another...and another...
Too many to count...
Icicles drip off the wood frame shed
Whole patches of grass are freed up
No longer captive to their white warden
Liberated, aching for the Fall of Winter

Liberated Soul

Ecstatic 
the soul became 
as
all body's honors and earthly 
riches 
were left behind!

Now, 
free at last,
liberated from flesh's bonds,   
for 
alms of mercy 
the 
heaven implores! * 






© Demetrios Trifiatis
    23 February 2019

* This week my last uncle- a good man - passed away.
It was left to me to pronounce the eulogy.

Liberated Heart

and i was the one who bore
the dread of saying goodbye-
the woman who eased my
own heart and shattered yours
with those five shocking words…
                  “i don’t love you anymore.”

i was bound to free you from 
me eventually-
you were bound to love me
as long as you possibly could. 

and into the ebon night i 
erased our stars just as they
were aligning into orion’s
constellation. 
the loss of you bestowed onto
me intense alleviation,
the loss of me broke your
wings as you were ready to fly.

              sounds of your despair ricocheted 
              off my liberated heart.


July 31, 2018

A Liberated Star In Prison

A liberated star in prison

I lie miserably in the 2nd layer of the three course wall
With chains on my hand and no chance to even crawl
My beautiful black color has been demeaned
And each day comes with the possibility of my importance diminishing

I was born because of liberation
But with no liberation
I have been imprisoned
Leaving my people still in the dark

I wake up each morning to see droplets of crying blood on me
And on my yellow precious mattress which looks shiny but tattered
I try to swerve the blood and move into the green forest
But as degraded as it is there's no protection for me

The lion then seeks to devour me
The devil seeks to destroy me
And having no option 
I compromise without thinking about the future

Release me from my bondage you slave masters
Liberate me so i can liberate my people
For freedom they think they have
But they do not have 

If i could walk beyond this forest
My people could go a dozen times beyond the forest
But as a fictionally liberated star
I'm chained in prison together with my people

Liberated By the Living Christ

Satan is the enemy of our souls
seeking to bind us in his evil way
locked in his chains with no solution
blinding us to God's truth every day

But one day Jesus Christ comes along
as God into our lives always to stay
truly liberated by the living Christ
what blessing upon my body of clay

So now being shown a better way
provided by Christ who is solely divine
leading and guiding along His true path
Christ's rainbow in the sky is a sure sign

This Christ became my dear substitute
taking my sin on the cross so I be free
redeemed by His precious blood so dear
so now reconciled freed from sin to flee

Jesus Christ my Lord and saviour
the only one whose love's the best
for removing all my sin on a tree
consequently, He invites me to be His guest

A Liberated Woman

She was at the height of the women's liberation dear
But not the kind that you might think about
She was never scared at what women too often fear
Said yes when a man would ask her out

Never took full advantage of her attitude
Her smile was always genuine 
Left alone the expensive grub on the menu
Always lived and loved the best in life

She was liberated of all the cares
That seem to drag most women off
Take all the time you want to stop and stare
She didn't care what other people thought

Never really worried about her weight
Or the style of clothes that she had on
Knew that really wasn't how she was made
No that wasn't how she was made at all

Sugar and spice and all that's nice was fine by her
With a touch of sour if you rubbed her wrong
Though on a dime she could turn with a kind word
For a poor soul who didn't play along

She was liberated of all the cares
That seem to drag most women off
Knew that attitude would get her nowhere
So she didn't care what other people thought

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